I have this thing with freckles and birth marks.

I think they’re cute.

The other night I was tracing the ones on his back with my finger.  “You know something?” I asked him. “If you connected these, it almost looks like a constellation.”

“Oh yeah?  Which one?”

I traced the outline of the familiar figure once again.

“Orion.”  I smiled to myself and kissed one of the little dots on his shoulder.

He flipped over to face me.  “Turn around,” he told me.

“Why do I feel like you are about to do something incredibly inappropriate to me?”  I laughed and turned my back towards him.

He pulled my tank top up and his fingers searched my back.

“Here.”  He said.

“Here what?”

“Here,” and he leaned forward and kissed three points on my shoulder blade, “is orion’s belt.”